Ghost Shelter System

The most high-end bathing center in Linjiang City, Yuxianting.

A tall old man was half submerged in the water.

The steam steamed up his cheeks and wet his white hair. Beside the old man, there were two stunning women, scrubbing the old man's body.

The slender hands passed across the skin, causing numbness like an electric shock, but the old man was indifferent. The two stunning women tried their best, but found that the old man did not look at them twice, and seemed to only regard them as bath technicians.

The two women were a little disappointed, but when they saw the tattoo on the old man's back, they could only remain silent and unable to express any dissatisfaction.

On his back is a tattoo of a fierce ghost holding a knife.

His name is Jing Sansheng.

Opposite Jing Sansheng was a man with a green beard, his eyelids were half-opened, his expression was lazy, and he seemed to have been drained by excessive drinking.

"Little insect." Jing Sansheng said.

Qingpihu raised his hand: "Master, I'm fine here. Don't say any more naive words. Douzong can't collapse with Senior Brother Nie and Senior Brother Wan here."

Jing Sansheng remained silent, but the water around him gradually began to boil.

The temperature of the bathing pool that was originally 39° suddenly rose to 66°. The two stunning women couldn't stand the temperature in the water and ran out of the pool screaming in pain.

The thermometer has started to alarm.

"Boss!" Several bodyguards wearing sunglasses shouted beside the bath.

Qingpihu said sternly: "Get out of here!"

The bodyguard opened his mouth and finally walked out.

"It's useless for you to be angry, Master. Even if you come with your two senior brothers, I'm not afraid."

Qingpihu snorted disdainfully.

Jing Sansheng washed his face with water and said, "The contemporary Tengu has been found."

"I heard, his name is Qin Kun, right? He is a small worker in a funeral parlor, and he is protected by Wang Shouyi and Qu Chengyang in the greenhouse. Children who have never seen blood will die young."

Qingpihu was even more disdainful.

"Wu Xiong's disciples and Chu Dao's granddaughter are all following Qin Kun. I hope you will go too."

Green-skinned Hu laughed in surprise: "You want me to hang out with a young boy? Then where will I, Li Chong, put my face from now on?!"

Qingpi Hu picked up the towel around his neck and hit Jing Sansheng. The towel was stained with water and condensed into a long stick, which hit Jing Sansheng's face.

Bundle wet into a stick!

Jing Sansheng grabbed the towel, and the two of them clashed with each other. The poor towel was instantly twisted into pieces.

"Traitor!"

Jing Sansheng ignored the water resistance and strode up to Qingpihu. His rough-skinned old hands pinched Qingpihu's neck and lifted him up into the air.

Jing Sansheng's fierce tiger-like eyes stared into Qingpi Hu's eyes.

Qingpihu looked at each other without fear. Before Jing Sansheng pinched him, his fingers had already curled into a cone and pressed against Jing Sansheng's heart.

"Master, if nothing happens, bring those bad old men over to take a bath and play with women. I, Li Chong, will cover it all. If it's not for taking a bath and relaxing, then you'll have to die as far as you can. Do you understand?"

Li Chong opened Jing Sansheng's hand and sneered.

Jing Sansheng knew that if he had killed Li Chong just now, his heart would have been crushed by Li Chong's tapered fingers if he had not crushed Li Chong's throat bone.

This apprentice has left him a little confused.

Jing Sansheng, as if he had aged a few years, sat back in the water: "Uncle Ge and the old lunatic from the Pan family were the first to follow Senior Yang Shen, and you also know their subsequent achievements. In the Dou Zong, following the contemporary Tengu, The most suitable candidate is you, because you are despicable and unscrupulous. Only by going to that place with Qin Kun will you live longer and get more things!"

Li Chong sneered, took off the gold chain as thick as his little finger from his neck, and put it around Jing Sansheng's neck himself.

He leaned into Jing Sansheng's ear and whispered, "Master, this dog leash is more suitable for you than for me."

After saying that, he patted Jing Sansheng's face and walked away.

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Similarly, north of the Yellow River, Sangyu City.

In a wreath and shroud shop, an old man smoking a dry cigarette asked the young man in front of him: "Tuwa, how old are you this year?"

The young man has thick eyebrows and a round face, grinning, and has a simple look on his face: "27, Master, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking, it's not a big deal if you keep making wreaths and making paper figurines." The old man smoked a dry cigarette and looked at the southern sky.

Tuwa looked much younger than his actual age. He smiled innocently, remembered something again, and rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Master, what do you want to teach me?"

The old man grinned, showing his cigarette-stained teeth, and touched his round head: "I've taught you everything I know, what else do you want to learn?"

Tuwa thought for a moment: "Then can you give me a daughter-in-law? My mother said she wants to have a grandchild. I have saved a lot of money over the years. Then I will go back to my hometown with my daughter-in-law to open a wreath shop!"

The old man smiled helplessly: "Tuwa, if you are destined to punish your wife and son, don't think about this. If you want to marry a wife, you have to find someone to save your life."

"Relief?" Tuwa thought for a while, "Who are you looking for, Aunt Ma?"

"Ma Shenpo can't." The old man smiled and shook his head: "That man is south of the Yellow River."

Tuwa was silent, but he couldn't help but believe what the master said.

In the village, it is recommended to get engaged early, but if you get engaged late, you will not be able to get a wife. When Tuwa was fourteen years old, she arranged a marriage with her, which cost her 10,000 yuan. Her wife died of illness not long after. Later, Tuwa discovered that all the girls he had been engaged to had met with misfortune. Four of them were either in car accidents or seriously ill.

The master said that he carried an invisible female ghost on his body, which had been haunting his destiny since he was a child.

Tuwa knew that his master was also good at catching ghosts, but there was nothing he could do about this ghost.

Tuwa said with a bitter face: "My mother is not in good health, my brother is not in good health, and my father is bedridden. I cannot travel far away to work."

The old man also fell silent. Everyone has his own destiny. Even if he is his teacher, he can't force him.

"I would rather be just a disciple, Tuwa. You will be the head of the family in the future, so your life must be saved. Your father, mother and brother, the master will watch over you. They cannot die."

"Okay! Master, you taught me my skills, and you also gave me money to treat my parents and brothers. I will do whatever you say, even if it costs my life!"

The old man looked at some simple disciples. He was moved but also worried at the same time. He said melancholy: "Why should I kill you, silly boy..."

Tuwa said sensibly: "Master, when will I go find that person?"

The old man said: "It may take some time. That man is busy outside now. In this case, you go and dig up the two old tombs in the west of the city and bring the contents over."

Tuwa thought for a while and said doubtfully: "Master, the things in those two tombs can harm people."

"That person is not afraid."

Ning Buwei wiped the pipe pot on the soles of his shoes and put the tobacco again, "He might accept you because of this."

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Qin Kun is now patrolling the school grounds.

The headless ghost is wearing armor, and in front of him are more than 30 little ghosts, ranging in age from 8 to 15 years old.

What these little devils have in common is that they are ragged and pitiful, and they die miserably, including decapitation, disembowelment, blood loss, cooking, burning, flooding, etc.

Some were charred corpses, some were swollen with eyes soaked out, and some had intestines flowing out and had to be carried by hand.

Poor and miserable.

"Why did Headless really find a group of children?"

Qin Kun thought that the headless ghost would pick a few older ghost citizens.

The Wedding Dress Ghost stood next to Qin Kun and said: "Even though they are just a group of children, in fact they are very resentful. Their poverty and misery make them have purer Yin Qi and more determined minds than other ghost people. The headless ghosts have carefully selected them. Yes. And these little devils are very happy to become your ghost soldiers when they hear that there are offerings to be made."

After listening to the wedding ghost's words, Qin Kun was thoughtful.

On the other side of Qin Kun was the Laughing Ghost.

This little ghost head belongs to the first echelon under Qin Kun. His special skills are illusions and tracking. After completing the task assigned by Qin Kun today, he came to the school specifically to take a look at these little ghosts who are about the same age as himself.

"What, you want to play with them?"

Qin Kun knew that the Laughing Ghost had the mind of an 8 or 9-year-old child after all, and it was inevitable that he would be playful.

The Laughing Ghost said nothing, and Qin Kun said: "From now on, you will be the instructor together with the Headless Ghost in the school. He will be the leader and you will be the deputy. You will be responsible for the distribution of the offerings of these little ghosts."

The Laughing Ghost was slightly startled, then nodded vigorously with a shy face.

In the afternoon, a large barren wasteland, located to the north of Huanghui Village, was overgrown with weeds.

More than thirty ghost people followed Qin Kun, cowering and not daring to say anything.

Among them, there is also the village chief of Huanghui Village, a highly respected old ghost.

"Master Qin... these are all good farmers in our village. I heard that you were in need, so I brought them here."

The old ghost's surname was Qian. During his lifetime, the old ghost Qian was a rich man. His family burned endless amounts of paper money, incense candles, a house, and food. He also made offerings at all times and eight seasons. He must have descendants alive in the world.

Except for Xue Yue, the team training coach and the swordsman ghost, Qian Laogui has the highest level, which is level 16.

Qin Kun nodded: "I want to open three acres of incense fields here. Since you know how to farm, let's take care of it together. I will give you double the sacrifices I gave you in the previous incense fields."

The ghost people were happy first and then sad.

Fortunately, they actually have two more incense sticks, and things should get better in the future.

Sadly, this Yang person seems to think of some things too simply.

The land here is so barren, how can we grow fragrant fields? If fragrant fields could be grown on any piece of land, would their lives still be so miserable?

Old Ghost Qian saw the different expressions on the ghost people's faces, and he was obviously a little disdainful.

Old ghost Qian knew that none of Qin Kun's current gangsters could afford to offend him. All the bandit ghosts in Beishan were wiped out by this Yang spirit officer, so what did they think?

Old Ghost Qian coughed dryly: "Master Qin, you may not know the situation in the underworld. It is not like the underworld. You can grow incense and candles by clearing the land and fertilizing. In the underworld, there is no yin energy in the earth's veins, and only stones will grow."

"Yes, Mr. Qin, you said you are a Yang person, so don't be too fanciful. The Lingguan of the next village has led the villagers to try many times, but the fragrant fields are still the same. There is no agricultural officer, even if the red judge comes, Only rocks can grow from the ground!" A ghost citizen said bluntly, thinking that telling the truth was a virtue.

"Master Qin, cough, our village originally had two fragrant fields, but the Yinmai spirit seeds were taken away, leaving only two fields left. You might as well help us snatch those two fragrant fields back." A ghost citizen proposed. His own opinions were filled with contempt.

"Master Qin, we admire you for being an official, but we still have to do the farming." A ghost citizen did not forget to praise Qin Kun before telling the truth tactfully.

So, with someone taking the lead, a group of ghost people began to educate Qin Kun.

Wedding Dress Ghost and Niu Meng followed Qin Kun, their expressions a little ugly.

The Wedding Dress Ghost looked coldly at this group of ghosts who did not know whether to live or die. Do they really think Qin Kun was a good man and a believer? This is a ghost hunter! ! ! She wanted to speak or take action to scare these ghost people, but Qin Kun's face was expressionless and he didn't seem to have this intention.

Niu Meng, on the other hand, couldn't help his fiery temper, grabbed a ghost man's head and lifted him up.

It was him just now with the most disdainful expression.

"Did you let me speak?" Niu Meng asked in a low voice. After saying that, without waiting for his reply, he crushed his head.

Snapped--

The soul is scattered, and there is no life for ten deaths.

Before Niu Meng, they were the ghost soldiers of the Skull-Broken Prison of the Punishment Department, and they were also the native ghost people of the underworld. These ghost people who were sent here after death just because the retribution of hell has not yet been their turn, thought that this place was the same as the earth. All is well.

Innocent!

A ghost citizen was completely out of his mind, and his shrill screams did not frighten people, but instead aroused their ferocity.

There are billions of fierce ghosts in hell, which one will be a good man and a believer?

"Killing ghost people at will, what do you want to do? Believe it or not, I will go to Fengdu to file a complaint!"

"You are a little ghost soldier, but you dare to do random things. Brothers, if you copy the guy, you will die again at worst. Who is afraid of whom?"

"That's right, who do they think they are?! I don't want to stay in this place for a long time!"

The crowd was so excited that Niu Meng didn't expect that his actions would actually make these low-level ghosts become more ferocious. His bull's eye became gloomy.

Suddenly, however, the ground began to rumble and shake.

In the barren land, countless gravels tumbled out of the surface with vibrations, and a refreshing smell for ghosts hit the face.

The scent of incense!

In the three acres of land in front of us, numerous tiny incense candles emerged, spread out densely, and grew gratifyingly.

All the ghost people, including Niu Meng himself, were stunned!

This...how is this possible? !

At this moment, Qin Kun looked at the thirty ghosts with cold eyes and asked calmly: "If you don't know how to take care of the incense field, get out as soon as possible!!"

When Qin Kun finished speaking, he glanced at the village chief Qian Laogui.

Silence fell.

Just a moment later, the crowd became excited again, and this time there was no rebellious mood. They were extremely surprised and extremely worried at the same time.

"Yes! We will!"

One ghost citizen immediately expressed his stance. After hearing this, other ghost citizens rushed to speak.

When Old Ghost Qian saw Qin Kun's warning look, his heart trembled, and he immediately said: "Master Qin, don't worry, I will keep an eye on you!!"

In the eyes of Mr. Qian, a spiritual official who can grow fragrant fields, even if he is a Yang person, is still a Yang person with great abilities! Reminiscing that all the ghosts under him were so powerful, Old Ghost Qian felt extremely regretful. How could he be stupid enough to question such a mysterious Yang person? I'm afraid this time, Qin Kun will be very unhappy.

Qin Kun glanced at Mr. Qian and ignored him.

"Those who questioned me just now, stand up." An urn appeared in Qin Kun's hand, with an indifferent expression, "I will take you to a good place."

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